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Name: Lyam Stark
Age: 25
Great House: Stark
Personality: Lyam is a loyal, trusting man, with a passion for family and a mind for the realm. He is kind hearted, but has no sympathy for enemies of his families, least of all traitors, and will act as a force of vengeance against those who betray or wrong his family.
Appearance:
Occupation: Leader of House Stark
Skills: (120)
-Shortsword:
-Longsword: 30
-Sword & Shield:
-Archery:
-Lancing:
-Warhammer:
-Maces:
-Whip:
-Daggers:
-Spear/Polearms:
-Axes
-Thrown Weapons:
-Slings:
-Exotic Weaponry :( Scythes, Sickles, Blowdarts etc)
-Blind Fighting:
-Martial Combat:
-Dual Wielding:
Physical:
-Acrobatics:
-Climbing:
-Horse Riding: 10
-Running:20
-Stealth:
Survival Skills
-Scouting:
-Tracking:
-Husbandry:
-Cooking:
-Gathering:
-Animal Handling: 20
-Reading: 15
-Wilderness Survival:
-Concealment:
-Disguise:
-Hunting:
-Medical:
People Skills
-Diplomacy:
-Coercion:
-Seduction:
-Bartering:
-Interrogation: 10
-Impersonation:
-Leadership: 30
-Tactics: 30
Craftsmanship & Work
-Alchemy:
-Blacksmithing:
-Tailoring:
-Mining:
-Accounting:
-Wood Cutting:
-Sailing:
Art
-Music:
-Dance:
-Contortionism:
-Writing: 10
-Drawing:
Magic: (GM Discretion - Magical Realism Please)
Fortune Telling:
Illusions:
Other:
Special Weaponry: Lyam carries "Wolfsbane", a sword he crafted himself in order to take on anyone who stands in his way.
Pets: Mjöll, a White Direwolf. (Pictured in his appearance along with a messenger crow.) Due to Lyam's heritage, he can also warg with Mjöll, seeing what he sees through his eyes.
Allergies: Slight hay fever.
WRITING SAMPLE:
"The Hunt"
Lyam was on it's tracks. He'd been tracking it for days on end with Tundra's assistance and they'd finally found it. The pest that had been eating away at Winterfell's crop harvest. Winter was coming, and all this thing wanted to do was engorge itself on their hard earned food. So Lyam had decided to go find the beast himself. After all, it was the duty of a leader to protect those he leads. They had tracked the creature into a clearing, and he drew Wolfsbane. "YOU." He called to it, and with a snort, the beast turned around, Tundra already snarling as they grasped the face of the creature in their collective memories. It was a large bull, and it had rage in its eyes. It scraped its hooves backwards against the earth, ready to charge. "Stay back, Tundra." Lyam exclaimed to his direwolf, who skulked backwards. The being charged at Lyam, and he dodged to the left. It span round and charged once again. Lyam was ready. He sliced twice. One for each ankle. The bull cam down with a thud, but not before spearing Lyam with it's horn in it's dying moments. "Damn you, beast." He spoke, cutting the horn from it's source, the long bone now protruding from Lyam's chest plate. Taking the creature by the other horn, he began to hack away at the creature. Again and again until the bull was now chunked effectively into steaks. He now had a pest dead and food for the people of Winterfell. Tossing one of the steaks to Tundra, who proceeded to rip into it viciously, he made his way back to Winterfell. He had stories to tell.
Age: 25
Great House: Stark
Personality: Lyam is a loyal, trusting man, with a passion for family and a mind for the realm. He is kind hearted, but has no sympathy for enemies of his families, least of all traitors, and will act as a force of vengeance against those who betray or wrong his family.
Appearance:
Occupation: Leader of House Stark
Skills: (120)
-Shortsword:
-Longsword: 30
-Sword & Shield:
-Archery:
-Lancing:
-Warhammer:
-Maces:
-Whip:
-Daggers:
-Spear/Polearms:
-Axes
-Thrown Weapons:
-Slings:
-Exotic Weaponry :( Scythes, Sickles, Blowdarts etc)
-Blind Fighting:
-Martial Combat:
-Dual Wielding:
Physical:
-Acrobatics:
-Climbing:
-Horse Riding: 10
-Running:20
-Stealth:
Survival Skills
-Scouting:
-Tracking:
-Husbandry:
-Cooking:
-Gathering:
-Animal Handling: 20
-Reading: 15
-Wilderness Survival:
-Concealment:
-Disguise:
-Hunting:
-Medical:
People Skills
-Diplomacy:
-Coercion:
-Seduction:
-Bartering:
-Interrogation: 10
-Impersonation:
-Leadership: 30
-Tactics: 30
Craftsmanship & Work
-Alchemy:
-Blacksmithing:
-Tailoring:
-Mining:
-Accounting:
-Wood Cutting:
-Sailing:
Art
-Music:
-Dance:
-Contortionism:
-Writing: 10
-Drawing:
Magic: (GM Discretion - Magical Realism Please)
Fortune Telling:
Illusions:
Other:
Special Weaponry: Lyam carries "Wolfsbane", a sword he crafted himself in order to take on anyone who stands in his way.
Pets: Mjöll, a White Direwolf. (Pictured in his appearance along with a messenger crow.) Due to Lyam's heritage, he can also warg with Mjöll, seeing what he sees through his eyes.
Allergies: Slight hay fever.
WRITING SAMPLE:
"The Hunt"
Lyam was on it's tracks. He'd been tracking it for days on end with Tundra's assistance and they'd finally found it. The pest that had been eating away at Winterfell's crop harvest. Winter was coming, and all this thing wanted to do was engorge itself on their hard earned food. So Lyam had decided to go find the beast himself. After all, it was the duty of a leader to protect those he leads. They had tracked the creature into a clearing, and he drew Wolfsbane. "YOU." He called to it, and with a snort, the beast turned around, Tundra already snarling as they grasped the face of the creature in their collective memories. It was a large bull, and it had rage in its eyes. It scraped its hooves backwards against the earth, ready to charge. "Stay back, Tundra." Lyam exclaimed to his direwolf, who skulked backwards. The being charged at Lyam, and he dodged to the left. It span round and charged once again. Lyam was ready. He sliced twice. One for each ankle. The bull cam down with a thud, but not before spearing Lyam with it's horn in it's dying moments. "Damn you, beast." He spoke, cutting the horn from it's source, the long bone now protruding from Lyam's chest plate. Taking the creature by the other horn, he began to hack away at the creature. Again and again until the bull was now chunked effectively into steaks. He now had a pest dead and food for the people of Winterfell. Tossing one of the steaks to Tundra, who proceeded to rip into it viciously, he made his way back to Winterfell. He had stories to tell.
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